Ciana R. Geckle

About Ciana R. Geckle

I was born in Lima Ohio on June 20th, 2000. Since I was little I have always loved stories, and even tried to write my own!
My love for poetry really started when my Grandpa showed me a collection of poems that his sister wrote. Unfortunately they were never published, but they definitely made an imprint on my heart.
When I was 12, I began writing poems, and have been writing ever since! When I found this website, I was overjoyed to discover others who loved poetry just as much as I do. I hope to write more and more poetry and eventually publish a collection.
I just graduated from high school and am anxious to discover what opportunities are in store. I have 7 younger siblings that keep me on my toes but help me to appreciate the little things.
I hope you enjoy my poems!

I only had you for a little while.
I was never able to see your smiles,
Yet I thank God for the little time we had,
Even though when you left, I was sad.

I only had you for a little while.
I was never able to see your smiles,
Yet I thank God for the little time we had,
Even though when you left, I was sad.

You were so precious and small, little ones.
I wouldn't have cared if you were daughters or sons.
I held you within my womb, though not for long.
I was so happy to be your mom.

But God was ready for you to go,
Even though I wanted to see you so.
You died, little ones, within my womb,
And your enclosures of life became a tomb.

I was never able to name you.
I was never able to hold you.
I was never able to feel you breathe.
I was never able to give you the love you need.

I was never able to say goodbye.
Just thinking about it makes me cry,
But you are still a part of our family,
And we all love you; siblings, daddy and me.

I await the day when I shall see you again,
When my life ends, and the others sing requiem.
I pray I'll be in heaven, and there I'll come see you,
Where you, my little angels, play under skies so blue.

I really love this poem! I can definitely relate. Just recently I had to end a friendship, and I felt terrible about it. I felt broken, felt as though I had failed, but I came to realize that it happened for the best. The person pretending to be my friend was just no good, and I knew that if we had still been friends I would've been hurt even more than I had been. This poem expressed for me how to stand tall and not to let liars, pretenders, failures, or mistakes bring you down. Thanks so much for writing! You did a fantastic job!